The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Isn't it Han's?" Lu Man guessed that other people couldn't guess, and only Han could be left.

"What the Han family said so far, that's our own family." Han Zhuoli pointed her nose at her fingertips.

Lu Man opened his little white teeth and bit him at his fingertips.

Of course, he was evaded by Han Zhuoli. To the little woman with teeth in her arms, Han Zhuo laughed sharply, "How can you learn to bite?"

Han Zhuoli suddenly didn't mention the castle, "You don't even ask me, what birthday present for you?"

"Ah?" Lu Man said silly, "Is this birthday surprise you gave me a gift?"

Han Zhuoli looked at her speechlessly.

He sighed. The little girl had been aggrieved before. She thought she had prepared a birthday surprise for her, so she could use it as a birthday gift.

Lu Man saw that he was hurt again, so he shook his arm, "So what gift did you prepare for me?"

Han Zhuoli looked at her lightly, and after a while, he asked: "Did you just ask me, who is this castle?"

Lu Man was stunned, feeling the fluttering underfoot, unreal.

Mingming music is still familiar to her. Mingming is in Han Zhuoli's arms, but she seems to have hearing problems.

He reached for his ears.

Han Zhuoli said so, wouldn't that mean what she thought?

Han Zhuoli was so disturbed by her movements that she held her hand out of her ear, "Why are you so stupid? Would you like to give you something to make up for?

Lu Man: "..."

She is not stupid.

Han Zhuoli finally pulled Lu Man out of the corner again, went straight through the ballroom, and took her out of the castle.

Supporting her shoulders with both hands, let her look up at the whole picture of the castle, "This is my birthday present for you, do you like it?"

Lu Man drew a breath and covered his mouth firmly with both hands.

This……

He really gave it to her!

"The princess must have her own castle." Han Zhuoli stood behind her and said with her head down in her ear.

At this time, no words could express the shock in Lu Man's heart, tears swayed in his eyes, and then surging out.

Knowing that she was moved because of her, Han Zhuoli was still panicked when she saw her tears.

Turn her around, pull into her arms and hug, "I haven't said whether I like it or not."

"Like." Lu Man nodded vigorously.

In fact, even if he just sent a model, she liked it as long as he gave it.

But he was so generous, such a big battle.

Han Zhuoli lowered her head and pressed her neck to kiss her. It was still a bit difficult. She just picked her up to make it more convenient.

As a result, Lu Man supported his shoulder with one hand, like a child in one hand, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

It's so painful to like what he likes.

Han Zhuo laughed, kissed her tears, and said, "While shouting at me bad guys, while praising me good, am I good or bad?"

"It's too good and too good for me." Lu Man cried.

Han Zhuo Li smiled, and he lost his temper.

"Yes, I'm a bad guy, I can do whatever you say." Han Zhuoli indulged her, and her soft words didn't work, which was intoxicating.

"Be good, don't cry." Han Zhuoli lowered her head and kissed her tears while coaxing, "I know you are moved, crying happily. But even so, I still feel uncomfortable looking, just don't want to see you cry."